Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.